Is it strange for a boy under the age of twenty-two to be called a big boy?

Is it too old for a girl who is only 20 years old to want to fly a kite?

So, can the so-called post-10s and post-20s do whatever they want? (The post-00s are very mature, the post-95s are already old, and the post-80s and 70s generations have buried half of their bodies in the soil?) )

If this is the case, the waves of age will really shoot the predecessors to death on the shore.

It should be temperance, it should be temperance, don't take your own ephemeral youth like a spring flower to profligate, should be presumptuous, and don't be presumptuous by your old age, endlessly magnifying the gloom of autumn and the end of winter.

Who said that only children holding rainbow-colored lollipops and licking them are beautiful, innocent, and cute?

Of course, if you deliberately pretend to be cute, it is natural to be disliked.

Who decreed that adults should only be able to move between study, work and family, and not enjoy the enjoyment they want?

Eat snacks that children and yourself love, watch your favorite animated movies or anime, and get a good night's sleep that doesn't need to be woken up by an alarm clock.

Who has prescribed all sorts of beautiful, fun toys just for the little ones?

Many adults feel that they are playing with the loss of their image, pretending to be a profound rejection or squinting, and only the parties themselves know whether they want to or not.

There is no rule on age, the so-called rules are all people who come up with their own and limit themselves or indulge themselves.

Walking down the street, can you tell the age of several girls at a glance? It should be a little difficult, because their makeup and permed hair are strikingly similar, or vastly different, and their behavior is too down-to-earth and generous, making it hard for you to imagine that she is actually just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

In the years that should have been a blank sheet of paper and pure, he has painted himself with dazzling colors, as for right and wrong, who can easily stop or give an absolute judgment?

When you are young, you can be rampant, and when you are old, you can be appropriately presumptuous.

As far as I know, many retired grandfathers and grandmothers travel together, taking advantage of the spring to enjoy the mountains and rivers together, picking a few handfuls of wild vegetables growing on the roadside, which is both pleasant and enjoyable. I am afraid that this kind of pleasure cannot be felt by staying at home all day to help take care of grandchildren and granddaughters.

In one of their words: To be a man, you must be able to think openly and let go, otherwise you will be trapped in one place for the rest of your life, and your life will not be like a stone?

In fact, even the stone is distant and poetic.

Our lives can be empty or full, depending on how we see and treat them.

Since it is our own life, if it is difficult to even feel happy, you might as well stop immediately and think about whether you are going in the wrong direction, or if your mentality is not in a good position.

It's like looking at a twenty-seven-year-old young mother who wants to fly a kite, as if she has erased her childlike innocence and happiness little by little. Otherwise, where did her surprise come from?

Proper playfulness can break some of the unhappiness and troubles encountered, for an adult who is no longer a child, once there is a chance, why not let go of their childlike innocence?